~~~~~~~~ Verathe (presently) ~~~~~~~

Verathe would easily give the impression of a walking oxymoron.
Her body, while almost majestic in stature and visibly strong and fit, were draped in a skin of a sickly palor, glistening with sweat as if Verathe suffered continous strain.
Her voice, when she spoke, sounded hoarse and she could often be seen and heard coughing, on occasion even spitting blood.

Perhaps this odd physical condition were the reason why Verathe appeared very guarded. Always tense, straight to the point and rarely smiling.
Other times she appeared distracted, gazing of into the distance, or were talking to herself, as if some conversation took place within her mind.
A sign perhaps, of a similarly afflicted mental condition.

Likely Verathe would make some people unseasy, for a dark aura seemed to linger about her, and one's eyes would inevitably be drawn to the dark glove which covered her left forearm. A piece of metal armor she seemed intent of never taking off.

------ Looking for: ------
Roleplay, adventure, character and story progression.